I got out at noon on Thursday to
the lake. Tuesday it was raining
and there was lightening around.
Waving a graphite rod in the air
with lead in my tail is not a smart
thing to do.
Got to the lake and saw that there
were five folks on the one jetty.
That is too crowded or me so I went
to the rip-rap along the road. That
way I would not have to worry about
hitting anyone on the back cast. I
could see that the crappie were in.
I had tied on a streamer nymph and
a perch-a-bou (both in Ricks favorite
crappie flies in the Panfish Archives).
If they did not work then I could always
change them. You always have to make a
decision on which flies to start with.
I cast down the shore about five feet
and let the fly drop. It had not gone
far when the line stated to move to the
side. I sat the hook and had a crappie
on the line. It was about 8" long which
is normal for this lake as there are no
shad or other baitfish for them to eat.
A quick flip of the hook and the fish
was off. I cast down in the same area
and had another fish hit the fly. This
was beginning to look promising. Two
fish on two casts.
This was a carbon copy of the first fish.
I cast several more times to the same area
and had fish hit almost every cast. I changed
to the perch-a-bou and cast to the same area.
I got a fish on about two out of three casts.
I cast to the other way on the shore and
repeated the same thing. Almost a fish a
cast on either fly.
I did find that if they did not hit the fly
on the drop then a slow long pull of the line
with a glide after that was the ticket. The
water was clear enough that I could see many
of the fish hit. I did find that I needed
to wait a second, before setting the hook
or I would pull it out of the fish's mouth.
After catching several fish the action
slowed down, so I moved about twenty feet
up the shoreline and started casting again.
Again it was almost a fish a cast. Great fun
to watch the fish come up and hit the fly.
After the fish got spooked from the one fly
I would pick up several more by using the other
I did notice a lady coming down from the
other jetty. She stayed back up on
the road and asked me what I was using.
I told her to come down and see, it was
easier than trying to explain the flies.
We talked for a few minutes and then she
said that she had wanted to try fly fishing,
but had never been around anyone who did it.
I hit that invitation hard. I told her to
take the other rod and gave a quick casting
lesson. Everything I know in less than five
minutes. After a few minutes she could
get 20 to 30 feet of line out, without
tangling it or wrapping herself with
the fly. Time to have her cast toward fish.
We moved about twenty feet again and I had
her cast along the shore. The fly had dropped
just a little ways when a nice crappie hit
the fly. She did manage to hook it and had
a ball getting the fish in. She was so excited
that she messed up her next cast. The line
was twisted around the rod and some around
her head. Being such a nice guy, I told her
that she needed to unwrap it. Thought doing
this would calm her down some and she could
think about what she was supposed to do.
Her reply was, politely put, "Yes Daddy."
She told me her Dad always made her clean
up her own messes. In a minute she was
ready to cast again. This time she was
ready and made a decent cast. Another
crappie hit the fly and she whooped. I
knew she was hooked.
She did manage to catch another dozen fish
before I had to leave. I did tell her a few
places she could get fly rods already set up.
I think she is going to do this and I may be
tying some flies for her to use.
In any case I had to return to work,
the curse of not being retired.
Hope you can get out on the water. ~ Rick email@example.com